Daring To Rise – The Journey Begins

September 19th, 2011

Today begins day 1 of 60 days in the Dare To Rise Challange I signed up and am ready to go. I need this right now as I move forward in my life. 60 days with the support and accountability that I need. 60 days to build a solid foundation to move forward with. I’m excited and ready to move forward.

Here’s is today’s Luv Tap:

Wouldn’t it be wild, just wild… if somewhere out there a person was starting a journey of staggering proportion, yet it seemed like they were only taking one teensy tiny step?

Well luckily {especially for that person somewhere out there}, even that testy toe dip can trigger all the ripples one needs. Funny how important changes don’t always look so big, huh?

Funny how true it is. It seems so overwhelming to be doing what I am doing but by doing just a simple thing a day to change the outcome I am finding it easier and easier.

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Moving Forward

September 14th, 2011

It’s been a few months and alot has happened. Seems everytime I turn around my life is turning upside down and downside right.

As it’s September already the kids are back in school. This year all 5 are attending at least part-time which is nice because it actually gives me some me time which I have needed greatly. It is also giving me time to declutter and reorganize my life. Material things seem to be choking me lately. Everywhere I look there is boxes of crap swarming my home, so my first goal is decluttering, and I’ve already begun.

We’ve moved some bookshelves into kid’s bedrooms which is allowing them to start unpacking more and getting things put away which is helping get boxes off the floor.

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Welcome To Summerland

June 14th, 2011

Yesterday you left. You walked the line, you crossed into Summerland.

So many tears have fallen from those of us left behind.

The world you left has fallen apart. Many suffering from broken hearts.

Is Grandma there? Grandpa too? I know you felt you still had so very much to do.

We will be alright. We will be okay. Enjoy Summerland, enjoy your stay.

The lessons you needed to learn have been finished. Learning to love, learning to care, learning to say goodbye. All of it you did.

Welcome to Summerland.

You made me realize alot. You made me smile, you made me cry. You made me never want to say goodbye.

Uncle Jimmy, I already miss you so. How much I will miss you, you’ll never really know.

All I wanted you gave to me. Uncle Jimmy, you made me feel like family.

When others felt I didn’t belong, you took me into your arms, and told them they were wrong.

You shared with me stories I’d never heard. You made me laugh, you made me smile.

And Friday when I saw you, I knew the time left, it was only a short while.

I’ll miss the times we never got to have. I’ll miss the Uncle and family you made sure I had.

When even my father couldn’t do what’s right, you held my hand, thanked me for being me, and made the whole world feel alright.

Thank you Jimmy for your love. Thank you Jimmy for your time. Thank you Jimmy for all you’ll never know.

Enjoy Summerland. Can’t wait to meet you once again.

Post From A Wild-Eyed Zealot

June 12th, 2011

As many of you know, I have joined the ranks of CAAWPS (Concerned Albertans For Animal Welfare And Public Safety) in fighting for the closure of the roadside blemish of Alberta Guzoo. The government finally heard the cries of the animals and issued the order for closure. That’s only the beginning though, not the middle, not the end. Simply the beginning.

Since taking up arms with this wonderful group, I have recieved threats, and been called everything you can imagine.  Even though we have our own non-violence policy in place! We even played a game at one point, trying to create an acronym of all the nasty little things we had been called. Something shorter, something that rolls off the tongue, instead of things like being a terrorist, a murderer, ill-educated, ill informed, Devon worshipping (if you haven’t followed the story that last one may not make any sense) and on the list goes.

Honestly, I adore Devon. Anyone who can persevere, when no one else seems to care, who can take up a fight that seems like you’ll never win, anyone who goes against the government and the injustices of their own country, is someone who deserves to be respected. And I respect Devon, and her drive to make sure no other animals lose their life to Guzoo.

The truth is. All I am is an animal lover. Plain and simple, a lover and a fighter. I will fight injustices where I find them, and will continue to love and nurture those people and things around me. And this struck a cord with me. How is fighting for the rights of animals being a terrorist? How is ensuring no more generations of animals strike the same fate as the current ones hanging in the balance at Guzoo right now, wrong?

I will admit. I do eat meat.  But I love animals. And I do not eat any meat that resembles the animal it came from. It simply bothers me too much mentally. Perhaps one day I will be able to make the transistion. That aside, I am sure even the “Guzoons” eat meat.

This story sums it up nicely for me: http://www.calgarysun.com/2011/06/11/opposing-guzoo-hardly-wacko Honestly, I would rather be a wacko, a terrorist or any other name they can throw at me, then align myself for those who stand for injustice and cruelty to animals (and yes, mental abuse is still abuse!)

Does this mean I will run along side those who want the banning of zoos altogether, no. I believe they do serve a purpose and a place in our society, when they abide by the laws and legislation of the country we live in. Will I fight other animal issues in this country, yes. Puppy mills need to disappear, animals need to be treated humanely and the laws that were written over a hundred years ago, simply don’t cut it anymore.

Right now all it means is that I will continue to fight, until not an animal is left in the care of those at the Guzoo who snub their noses at government laws, and who don’t care about the animals in their care (you should be more concerned about us in the winter, having to go out in the cold, blah, blah, blah). I will fight to ensure no innocent animals are left to endure years of pain and torment, to see their newborn babies torn from their grasps and handed around to people, no more animals being tormented by dogs running free amongst the cages. No more animals being harmed, mentally, physically or otherwise. And I will continue to fight, until the government of the country I live in realizes that 22 years of doing such atrocities to the animals in your care means that you should do time, whether you’re Mr. Guzoo himself, or any of the others that take up arms with him.

If you are not willing to sit back and allow this man to slaughter and stuff the animals he claims to love and care about, please join us in taking action here: http://www.CAAWPS.com/takeaction

A Woman Broken – The Beginnings

May 17th, 2011

She awoke in a daze.

How long had she been asleep? The quiet air revealed it night’s darkness had yet to fade.

How could that be though? Surely she had been asleep longer than that. Her body ached all over. Hardened like stone, as though she’d been asleep for years.

Her mind grew blank searching for that which she could not recall. Another episode perhaps?

Her mind continued to search. Hazy, dreamlike memories crept in. Were these really dreams? Or had that really happened?

Half-asleep she stumbled to the shower. Perhaps once she was more awake it would all make more sense. Life perhaps would make sense again.

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